Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Nauseate

Feels like I'm dying again today.

My throat strangled by the lies
I yell at myself in the mirror,
You placed on the ceiling.

Setting light to my tears
I can't feel the flame,
Just the burning inside.

I'm just a hollow shell
Stumbling over my bed and
Falling hard onto yours

Your sweet words so timed
Your caresses so calculated
All bent over and swollen and the gag.

Can't believe you'd treat me this way
I need another pack of cigarettes
And a bottle of pills to empty

If you cared enough to spit on me
At least I could get some water.

© JULIETTE GILLIES

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